Oh sweet baby Jesus.
I am exhausted. I have power-shopped the last two days away, and I am still not finished.
My calf muscles are throbbing, what with months and months of general unuse, and though I shopped in sneakers, seem to be screaming at me that it is unfair to sideline them all year and then demand they work overtime around the holidays. My feet ache in agreement.
I'll be honest -- there are one and a half shopping days to go and I am not quite sure I am going to be able to finish without beating my head against Wal-Mart shevles or just plopping right down in the middle of Barnes and Noble and sobbing.
Um, I'm yet to buy one single gift for my husband, and also have not completed one iota ofbagging thoughful gift wrapping.
You might ask why I am sitting here staring at my monitor, pounding out a blog entry. How can I sleep at night? With all there is to do, where do I get off taking leisure time this evening?
To you I respond with this: suck my balls. I'm exhausted, my back hurts, and I still need to buy the gift wrapping essentials, so there isn't much else I can do tonight. I'm not going back out there until I've had at least eight hours of sleep, a large coffee, and perhaps a foot massage.
And maybe a valium or something, too.
I am exhausted. I have power-shopped the last two days away, and I am still not finished.
My calf muscles are throbbing, what with months and months of general unuse, and though I shopped in sneakers, seem to be screaming at me that it is unfair to sideline them all year and then demand they work overtime around the holidays. My feet ache in agreement.
I'll be honest -- there are one and a half shopping days to go and I am not quite sure I am going to be able to finish without beating my head against Wal-Mart shevles or just plopping right down in the middle of Barnes and Noble and sobbing.
Um, I'm yet to buy one single gift for my husband, and also have not completed one iota of
You might ask why I am sitting here staring at my monitor, pounding out a blog entry. How can I sleep at night? With all there is to do, where do I get off taking leisure time this evening?
To you I respond with this: suck my balls. I'm exhausted, my back hurts, and I still need to buy the gift wrapping essentials, so there isn't much else I can do tonight. I'm not going back out there until I've had at least eight hours of sleep, a large coffee, and perhaps a foot massage.
And maybe a valium or something, too.
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Of course you know I don't mean it.
For hubby: you can never go wrong with booze. Hang in there, Amber. Your legions of fans will be checking in tomorrow to see how much progress you've made, so no matter how tired you are, you have to post!
And as for hubby, we decided early in our marriage not to exchange gifts for holidays, we just do cards. If we want to get something for each other at some random time, then we do that. It takes the pressure off.
Assholes.
I know what you mean.. I haven't shopped for the wife either. Damn...
Best of luck to you kiddo!